Today is Wednesday, the day before Thanksgiving. My love sparrow and his sister are home in Connecticut, and I am here back in my old room. Each time I come to spend the night at home, my room seems to shrink in size. Yesterday I was greeted to the excercise machine that has never been used (but no longer has a place in the family room). Also, the sounds of faxes serves as my alarm clock on the desk that was built inside of the room, and therefore cannot leave the room unless taken apart.
The best part of my room is the dark blue walls, the memorabilia from my earlier years plastered on my walls, and the twin size bed that still sooths my soul even in the crampiest of spaces.
Tomorrow there will be somewhere between 20 and 30 people here, eating ridiculous amounts of food along with much of the nation. My family traditionally serves not one, but two dinners on Thanksgiving. We start with the common turkey dinner, all the fixings. I’ll be contributing a vegetable swiss casserole to this feast. After we eat, we sit and talk, laugh, howl, and dance and then it’s time for the second course. This one is more fun for me.
Lasagna, brichiolle, manicotti, and some vegetables to aid in digestion. The Italian course this is, and it is delicious. My mother already made the lasagna, and it is hovering in the second refridgerator in the basement. I can smell it when I go to get water in the middle of the night.
So, Happy Thanksigiving everyone. I’ll leave you with this….
Q: How did the Pilgrims know it was time for the first Thanksgiving??
A: Oldies 103.3 and the local mall had been playing Christmas music for two months already.
